Personal Stuff

Connie Moser

My web designer, who also happens to be my daughter, and I have been wanting to add to the site. We kicked around a few ideas, and decided to add some personal things I have written over the years. Having settled on content, next came the choosing of a title for our latest link. We discussed several, but nothing seemed quite right. Finally, out of the blue, I suggested “P.S.” (Personal Stuff)!
As you can see, this section is more for recreational than educational reading, yet still inspirational! I hope you enjoy these musings as we meander together through some of the happenings, events, and personal memories of The Home Place. Additional writings will be posted periodically, so be sure to drop by again!
~~~~~~God Bless,
Pastor Moser
August, 2004

In the fall of 1966, I was visiting a friend in Akron, Ohio. I had just
returned from 3 months of Bible School in Texas, and was full of the fire of
God.

Barbara and her husband lived in the city in a second floor apartment. They had
3 little girls at that time, and they were all about my own daughter's age. Our
husbands ran around doing "men" things during the day, and the children played
while Barb and I cooked, cleaned, and shared many things in the Lord. It was a
great 2 weeks for all of us.

One afternoon, while tidying the girls' bedroom, I noticed an open square hole
in the wall just above the eldest child's bed. When I questioned Barb about it,
she said that it was the heat register, but the grate was missing when they
moved in. "Nothing but cold air ever came out of it," she added.

Since I had just come from a miracle believing, Bible preaching, Holy Ghost
powered, full-gospel church atmosphere, I was filled with faith. I said, "Well
you know, these kids need heat in this room... where's your anointing oil?!" We
poured the oil down the register, prayed a prayer of faith, believed God, and
continued on our way.

Different times, as the year wore on, I would ask her abut the register, and the
answer would always be, "Ever since we prayed, it blows warm air!"

Several months later, my family and I visited our friends again. In the midst of
our conversation, one of the girls came running to her mother, tearfully
complaining that her sister had thrown her baby doll down the register! Barb
told her not to cry, and that she would go down to the basement and get it. The
child, consoled, scampered back to play.

I said, "Barb, why would you tell her that? You know that if it isn't stuck in
the pipe, the doll has been burned up in the furnace!"

"No, it hasn't," she answered.

I said, "WHAT? That's impossible! It has to be in the heating duct or in the
furnace!"

Barb said, "No... they always throw toys down that register, and we
always find them on the basement floor."

I said, "Well this I gotta see," as I whirled around and headed for the
basement. I thought that it was ridiculous to have to run all the way to the
basement to prove my point. However, when I got there, sure enough, there was
the doll on the floor!

Upon closer investigation, I saw exactly what had happened.

When I returned upstairs, Barb was grinning. "I see that you found the doll..."

"Yes," I answered, "But here's the shocker. You know how we have been telling
people what a miracle God did after we poured the oil down the register last
fall, and how that afterward the warm air flowed out instead of the cold air?"
She said, "Of course... that was SUCH a miracle, praise God!"

I replied, "Well, it is an even greater miracle than we thought. All these
months, the furnace has been blowing hot air across the basement and up 2
stories, through a laundry chute!"